


First Christmas

by That_Wandering_Writer



Category: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Genre: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Crack Treated Seriously, Drunkenness, First Christmas, Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I don't apologise, I think I wrote this to cope with what's happening currently in the manga, Levihan Children, Modern Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Multi, Pregnant Mikasa, This is a lot of Tags, everyone is happy
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-12-26
Updated: 2020-12-26
Packaged: 2021-03-11 04:26:57
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,560
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28298937
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/That_Wandering_Writer/pseuds/That_Wandering_Writer
Summary: Eren and Annie celebrate their daughter Carla's first Christmas with friends and family in their typical Christmas fashion.
Relationships: Annie Leonhart/Eren Yeager, Levi/Hange Zoë, Mikasa Ackerman/Armin Arlert, Other relationships I haven't listed
Comments: 13
Kudos: 27





	First Christmas

**Author's Note:**

> What was meant to be a short oneshot turned into an entire story written in the span of two days.
> 
> Also, Merry Christmas to anyone who reads this and celebrates it. And if you’ve already celebrated Christmas I hope you had a good one.

The first thing that Annie was awoken to was the sight of snow forming on the window ledge. Darkness just starting to leave the morning. 

It was snowing this year. More than last year. The growing layers welcoming. 

She then heard a giggle, little arms wrapping around her neck and hugging. Giving her cheek a kiss of some sort. 

Annie couldn’t help but smile sleepily at this new person, turning to see the face of Carla, giving a toothy baby grin. 

“Morning, baby girl.” She whispered, sitting up and giving Carla’s cheek a kiss in return—causing the infant to giggle more. 

“Happy Christmas, mamma Claus.” Eren whispered, allowing her to take completely hold of Carla. 

“Happy Christmas, daddy Claus.” She replied, yawning, nuzzling Carla’s hair. “And Happy Christmas, baby Claus.” 

Carla cooed and giggled more, snuggling into her mother’s neck. 

It was Carla’s first Christmas. Time seeming to fly when only a year ago Annie was still only seven months pregnant with her; the baby now ten months. 

“Thought I’d wake you up with a surprise.” Eren grinned, curling up next to her. 

“Hmm.” Annie hummed, still nuzzling into Carla’s tufts. “It was certainly nicer than what I did last year.” 

A chuckle left her boyfriend. “Yeah, how could I forget?” 

Annie remembered it vividly. Faking going into premature labor on Christmas Day in order to scare him; remembering his face of absolute terror before bursting into a fit of laughter. Her usual cruel self. 

“Yes Annie. Thank you for reminding me of the time I nearly actually did shit myself as an adult.” Eren responded, raising a eyebrow.

“Language.” She said back, referring to the baby that was still in her arms who had taken a fascination with both their hair. Reaching out to grab both. 

Eren stuck his tongue out childishly, grinning as Carla’s little hands grasped at the strands they came into her grasping range. 

It had been one of his bizarre many New Year’s resolutions. To grow out his hair till it was at least shoulder blade length—only a quarter remaining till he reached his goal. Already able to tie it back in a bun. 

Or his other one of growing facial hair. What could only be described as a sparse beard begin to form on his face. Something that Annie was hoping he’d shave off sooner rather then later. 

“Please tell me you’re going to shave that thing off?” Annie asked, eyeing it up as she raised a skeptical eyebrow. Desperate to be rid of the thing. 

Eren pouted. “What? I thought you liked my beard? I was growing it for fun.” 

Annie scoffed. “No. You look like the pedophile that hangs around schoolyards.” 

“Now you’re the one desperate to taint our daughter’s hearing.” Eren said, tutting as he covered Carla’s ears despite the fact she was oblivious. 

“Well at least her mother doesn’t look like one.” She bit back, smirking 

“Alright, fine. My New’s Year resolution this year is to shave it off.” Eren huffed. 

Annie smirked once again. “Thank you.” 

Eren gave her a glare, though it was soon replaced with a smile, placing his head on her own, wrapping his arm around both her and Carla.

“My favorite girls.” He mumbled, kissing both the crown of their head’s in turn. 

Annie smiled as Carla cooed and gurgled more—looking up at her dad’s antics. Reaching up to grab his nose. 

“Come on.” She said. “Let’s get the presents out the way.” 

Eren gave a sleepy smile. “Ok.” 

———

The moment she saw the presents beneath the tree, Carla began to clap and giggle with joy. Setting the infant down and allowing her to attack the first present with no mercy. 

Both parents knew what they had gotten Carla, yet they couldn’t help but feel excited themselves when ever she opened a gift of a stuffed toy or picture book. Her little face lighting up. 

When it came to their own, both could only guess. Catching hints and sneaky glances through out the year. 

It seemed to follow a theme. Eren’s gifts from Annie passive aggressive ones like a comb and shaving set while Eren’s gifts being comical ones—a joke book on how not to cook and a donut plushie. Both receiving glances and sly smiles from both ends at their choices. 

For some reason, it was always Eren’s job to dress Carla up for special occasions. Having a sort of talent for it more than she ever had. 

“What do you think?” He asked, as she was in the process of doing her makeup, holding up Carla for her to see in the reflection.

He had put her in a green tartan dress with a red sash and little baby boots. Though that wasn’t the part that surprised Annie. It was the thing adorning her head; a head band with reindeer antlers. Something he had gotten earlier in the month. 

“You know she’s just going to pull it off later and start chewing it?” Annie said, raising a eyebrow. Wondering why out of all things Eren has put her in that. 

“She might, but she looks too cute not to.” Eren grinned, giving Carla a kiss as she cooed—already trying to pull her boots off. 

Annie rolled her eyes, but smiled. Admitting that Carla did look rather adorable. 

In the moment though, just like Annie had predicted, Carla pulled the headband off and began to chew on one of the antlers.

———

The doorbell rang for the first time that morning, both up in an instance to get it, grabbing the designated presents. Already knowing who their first guests were. 

Both Mikasa and Armin stood at the door—both welcomed in with hugs and greetings. 

“Merry Christmas.” Armin smiled as Mikasa nodded, handing Eren and Annie their presents. Revealing her blooming stomach beneath her party dress; already seven months pregnant, nearing eight. Due around the time Carla was born. 

It came as a shock to most when the two came out as in a relationship and had been dating for three months in secret. Even more shocked when five months prior they revealed they were expecting their first. 

“Thank you.” Annie replied, pulling both into a hug as Eren added the gifts to the already existing ones, exchanged and unwrapped of their gifts to Carla and one another. Knowing they were only going to get more. 

“Merry Christmas, uncle Armin and auntie Mikasa.” Eren sung, handing Carla into Armin’s arms as she giggled. Giving each a baby kiss. 

“So,” Annie asked Mikasa, sliding up to her with a grin. “How does it feel to be part of the gang?” 

“Well, I have a new found sympathy for you last year, wanting to drink but not being allowed to do so.” Her friend replied, smiling herself despite the fact she wasn’t ever a heavy drinker. Patting her stomach.

It was one of the many things Annie had had missed out on last year; drinking. Obviously restraining from doing so while pregnant. But if anything, a shot of vodka with her nightly hot chocolate was the only thing that had gotten Annie through the stress of the holiday season this year. 

“Let’s just hope people stay sane this year.” Mikasa commented. 

Annie snorted, nodding in agreement. 

Last year it was Mikasa and Armin’s turn to host the Christmas party. Going around their friend circle in turn. 

No one could forget the various last year’s mishaps. Connie getting drunk enough that he went around acting like a carol singer; his fun ending as Reiner carried him away as both Bert and Sasha apologized profusely to the people on the floor. Ymir filming the entire thing. 

Ymir then getting into a fight with Galliard on the stairwell, both extremely drunk—a also very pissed Jean cheering the entire thing on as Marco held him back, scolding. Both Historia and Pieck passed out during the entire thing from their own alcohol consumption to stop it. 

Or probably the most infamous one; when they all settled down to watch a Christmas movie only for it to be turned off half way through because of Annie’s sobbing. Finding herself at the mercy of her hormones—swearing everyone to secrecy afterwards. 

They all hoped for history to not repeat itself. For this year to be relatively normal. Wanting their apartment to at least be intact by the end of the night. 

Sasha and Connie were next at their door. Able to hear them from down the hallway. 

“Merry Christmas, y’all!” Connie shouted the moment the door opened allowing them into the apartment. A faint flush to his cheeks; everyone else unsure if he had a drink before arriving. 

“And a happy New Years.” Sasha sung, following him, carrying the presents and setting them down; giving Annie and Mikasa a hug each. 

“How’s my favorite friends?” Connie, placing his arms around Eren and Armin’s shoulders. Grinning away. 

“You say that to everyone.” Eren stated, his turn to raise a eyebrow. 

“Because everyone is my friend. That’s why. The more the merrier!” Their friend replied with enthusiasm, beginning to swing and nearly taking them both with him. Sasha jolting to get Carla from Armin’s arms.

Yep, he had definitely had a drink before hand.

“Anyways,” Connie said, acting as if nothing had happened. Walking over to one of the bags he brought in and pulling out a beer. “Let’s get down to business, why don’t we?” 

Annie couldn’t help but snort. It only read 11:30 on the clock and he was already getting ready to continue his binge drinking. 

Luckily, Eren already made sure to hide what ever else they had lying about the house in a place they hoped Connie wouldn’t find. 

Reiner and Bertolt were their next guests. 

Annie always felt like she was greeting two completely different people when ever they came over. Despite the fact they saw each other often. 

Both still tall and broad, still towering over her. Both beginning to grow facial hair themselves. Both already young men. 

“Merry Christmas!” Reiner exclaimed, Bertolt following close behind. 

He brought Annie into a man crushing hug before she could protest—wishing she had Carla in her arms who was still off in Sasha’s, for he would of probably been a little gentler.

“Carla‘s first Christmas, aye?” He said with more enthusiasm. Annie nodded, finding it hard to draw a full breath. 

“Yep. Now can you please let go of me before you actually break my ribs?” She hissed, nearly gasping with relief when he did so. 

“Sorry. Forgot how little you were.” Reiner teased, proceeding to have his shins kicked. 

Bertolt handed her the gifts, being a little more gentle with his hugs. 

“Merry Christmas.” He said, still hugging her. 

“Thanks.” She replied, never realizing how much she missed their company. 

“Don’t worry.” Reiner said, giving her a wink—his eyes landing on the still drinking Connie. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t become a carol singer this year.” 

“Thank you.” Annie said with exasperated gratitude. “I don’t want us to be the most hated People on this floor because of our loud ass friends.”

Or because their friends are the angry drunks who decide to fight on the stairwell.

Both Pieck and Galliard were spending Christmas at one of their parents houses. Jean and Marco on vacation for the holidays as well this year. 

There was a strong possibility that the reason why was because both pairs didn’t want a repeat of last year out of embarrassment. 

Both sent Christmas cards. And that was enough for them. 

Ymir and Historia came in as a pair as well; also baring gifts.

“Happy Christmas you three.” Historia sung, giving all three of them a hug. Giving Carla a kiss on her forehead. 

She turned to her Ymir who stood like a plank of wood with their presents bundled in her arms—giving her elbow a nudge. 

“Yeah, what she said.” She mumbled, handing them the presents without much thought. 

“Thanks.” Eren smiled—casting a glance behind them. “I thought Zeke and Frieda would come with you guys?” 

“No. They went to pick your parents up first before coming here.” Historia said, replied.

Eren chuckled. “Or their doing other ‘Important’ businesses.” 

Ymir caught on to the meaning of his joke, snorting. “You straighties are weird.” 

Historia cast her a dirty look as Ymir raised her hands in self defense. “What? It’s true.” 

Twenty-minutes later, Zeke and Frieda arrived with Grisha and Carla. 

“We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas!” Zeke sang, entering with a grand gesture; as if he were Father Christmas himself, Frieda behind him. 

A shout came from across the apartment. Connie raising his half empty glass to him. Everyone else following in a calmer way. 

“Of course you’re had to enter like that.” Eren snorted, rolling his eyes in amusement. Though he took him in a hug in classical brother manner. 

“How are you?” Frieda asked Annie as she took her into a hug. 

“Good.” Annie replied. “Less hormonal than last year but more exhausted as well.” 

Frieda smiled before her attention became drawn to Carla.

“And look how big you’ve gotten!” Frieda exclaimed. Now swooning over her niece. 

Annie chuckled. “Yeah, she’s getting bigger by the day. Kinda crazy to think that this time last year I was still pregnant with her.” 

“It is. You’re very big now, aren’t you?” Frieda continued to coo, taking Carla from her mother’s arms and smothering the baby in kisses as she giggled at her aunt’s actions. 

Grisha and Carla were a few paces behind them, taking the presents from out the car. 

Grisha embraced Eren and Annie and Carla all at once. Going around and greeting their friends as if they were his own as well. 

Carla treated Annie like her own; the daughter she never had. Replacing the absence of a motherly figure in her life. 

“Happy Christmas, sweetheart.” Carla said, bringing her daughter-in-law into a hug. 

Annie couldn’t deny the feeling she got when ever she hugged her. Even more so than when she hugged Eren. 

“Thanks.” She replied hoarsely. Holding out Carla so she could get a hug from her name sake—being taken with welcome arms as the baby smiled with glee. 

Grisha’s and Zeke’s shared toy to Carla was a stuffed monkey, Carla instantly taking a liking to the brown fuzzy thing—beginning to chew on it’s tail like she had down with most of her new toys. 

“Why was I surprised?” Eren said, raising a eyebrow. Remembering him and his brother getting the exact same thing when they were younger. 

“Zeke’s idea.” Commented Grisha. 

Zeke shrugged, playfully raising his eyebrows. “Just keeping the family tradition.” 

The door went again. Annie up in an instant to go get it. 

Their newest guest was a surprise to all. Annie’s father. 

It was no secret the close bond that Annie had with her father. A person who had seen her as his own flesh and blood when the rest of the world decided not to. Taking care of her when no one else wanted. 

Her father had disapproved of Eren at first. Almost disappointed. Though, eventually, even he began to warm up. Often seeing them joke and act like good acquaintances together when the thought no one else was around. 

It was only when Carla was born and held his granddaughter for the first time that he finally trusted Eren completely. 

“Dad?” Came tumbling out of Annie’s mouth before she could stop it. For it was a rare sight to see her father at occasions like this. Usually keeping to himself; not a people person. Something he passed down to his daughter. 

“Nice to see you, Annie.” Mr Leonhart responded, a small parcel in his hands as he brought her into a hug. Something that she nearly sank into. 

“I didn’t...know you were coming.” She said, slightly muffled. 

“Thought I’d surprise you.” Her father said, smiling as he took her by the shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Annie.” 

His eyes landed on Eren standing a few paces behind, pulling away from the hug to greet him. 

“Eren.” Mr Leonhart said gruffly. 

“Mr Leonhart.” Eren replied, both staring each other down more a few moments.

Then a smile came briefly to the older man’s lips, bringing his son-in-law into a hug like he had done with Annie moments ago. 

“Good to see you.” He said, sounding genuine. 

Even when they were friends, they still acted like enemies. 

“Is that Mr Leonhart at a Christmas party? Quick everyone, get in the bunker! The world’s ending!” Reiner shouted across the room, smiling with glee at his joke, taking a swing of his drink and waving. 

Nearly everyone around him face palmed and Annie cast him a glance that—if looks could kill—would of done so in that moment. 

Her father ignored her friend’s sarcastic comment, moving over to where both the Carlas were; reaching out to stroke the baby’s cheek gently as her grandmother smiled. 

“She’s a gem.” The older Carla cooed, snuggling into the baby’s hair. 

“She really is.” Mr Leonhart grinned. “She’s a rare one.” 

Their last guests arrived nearly an hour later. All of them in a tangle. 

“Sorry for being late.” Levi Ackerman exclaimed, flustered as he stepped through the door. “It’s just that someone decided to wrap all the presents literally last minute.” 

He glared over his shoulder as Hange came in with the presents. His wife’s response very much different. 

“At least we actually arrived.” She replied, shrugging, setting the presents down. She then smirked. 

“I would of finished quicker if Erwin hasn’t hidden the tape.” 

The nine-year-old flushed all he appeared behind his mother, pushing his glasses up in embarrassment. “Amelika hid them first.” He mumbled. 

“No I didn’t.” Eleven-year-old Amelika huffed, angrily nudging his shoulder that soon resulted in a nudging game. 

“Oi, stop it you two.” Levi snapped; giving both a glare. Both stopping immediately. Not wanting to endure their father’s anger for a second time that day. 

“Happy Christmas to you all!” Hange nearly declared you the whole room, taking both in a hug. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Eren had decided to invite four more extra guests, the Ackerman family, to their Christmas party. Overhearing at work that they were just going to stay at home. Wanting to make it a little more exciting. 

At first it took Levi some convincing, from both Eren and Hange. Then when the kids were thrown into the equation, he begrudgingly said yes. 

Annie gave Eren a glance and then at the two extra guests present. Not angry, just wishing he had told her beforehand so she could of at least prepared something to entertain the kids. And a little extra food. 

If there was one thing Annie Leonhart’s friends knew her for, it was her way of doing things conveniently. Never once doing Turkey or Christmas pudding for part of the feast. 

She had spent the last few years eating nothing but turkey at Christmas. Finally getting to her limit this year. Deciding that this year it would be fried fish instead along with her favorite dessert, donuts, as the final course.

She set the oil on the pan, letting it begin to bubble, taking out the fillet to work on in the mean time. 

Ymir then came in, strolling in with a beer in one hand as she grinned cockily; already on a good path to last year’s antics. Looking for fun.

“So, what you and Eren gonna get up to tonight?” She asked with intention and with a bigger shit eating grin then before. 

Annie raised a eyebrow. “Nothing much. Put Carla to bed. Clean up after your shit, open the rest of our presents. Probably sit down on the sofa and drink. That’s about it.”

“Hmm, you sure?” Her friend continued to ask. The mischievousness clear in her voice. 

“Yes.” Annie dead-panned, feeling her patience dwindling. 

“Are you sure you and Eren aren’t going to be doing something special tonight?” Ymir practically sang. 

“Special what?” Annie snapped, getting tired of her bullshit. 

“You two have a Christmas shag and giving Carla a sibling.”

A splutter left Annie as the other woman began to giggle like a maniac. Finding what she was looking for. 

“Get out!” Annie semi-shouted, flustered as her voice cracked. Grabbing a tea towel and whipping it at Ymir to get her out the kitchen. The other woman leaving with a almost witch cackle. 

It was only then that Annie smelt something faint. Something burning. 

She quickly turned to face the cooker where the pan still was. Seeing the tips of orange fire flickering over the top. 

“Oh—shit! Eren!” 

———

Luckily, there was still a main dish to serve. The flames being put out in time. 

The entire table clapped when both brought it out. Setting it in the center of the table; surrounded by the other food which they had prepared for nineteen and a quarter people. 

Somehow, they managed to fit two six seaters and two four seaters into their apartment. Just enough to accommodate everyone. Finding enough mismatched chairs and a table cloth long enough. It seeming almost a miracle. 

Everyone of them falling upon their Christmas meal like it was their last one. Crackers pulled and thrown food from infants being avoided. Crude jokes shared, food passed, mostly to Sasha. More alcohol poured. Everyone careful to keep the wine away from Connie’s end who was already slipping into the point of no return while most of the adults were still relatively sober—only a quarter way there. 

Mikasa was the only one who hadn’t drunken anything for obvious reasons and Armin joining in with her. Levi too, seeing that he had to drive the rest of his family home. 

Surprisingly, neither Eren or Annie had much to drink either. Conscious of the fact they now had a baby to care for. Carla content with banging her sippy cup repeatedly on her highchair. 

“Well,” Came a call from one end of the table, Zeke standing up, holding out his wine. “I’d say that this year has been a good one. And I’d say that this dinner has been a wonderful one as well.” 

“All thanks to my wonderful brother and sister-in-law.” He continued with a cheeky smile, pointing to where both of them were. All eyes turning to them. Annie’s cheeks unable to not start burning at the sudden attention. 

“A toast; to Eren and Annie!” He exclaimed once more, raising his glass, taking a sip. 

Everyone else joined in, even the Erwin and Amelika raising their drinks. Carla mimicking what the adults were doing, toasting her parents with her sippy cup. 

"We ought to do this more often." Eren whispered into her ear.

"Maybe." Annie replied. "Maybe."

———

Annie collapses on the couch, finally finished with cleaning. 

Everyone left only half an hour prior. Probably the earliest ever; the clocks just turning ten-past ten at night. 

Mikasa and Armin, along with Zeke and Frieda the first to go; saying they ought to get an early-ish night. The couples soon followed by Levi and Hange with the kids, despite both of their sleepy protests. Having to be carried on their parent’s shoulders and in their arms. 

Connie having to be carried home once again with the assistance of Sasha, Reiner and Bertolt all at once. Leaving still laughing. Knowing that the following day was going to be all hell for him. 

Historia having to help with supporting Ymir as well; Eren having to help with getting her down the stairs and through the hallway to the car. Swearing and laughing. Historia embarrassed through out the entire thing. 

It was better than the stairwell fight of Christmas past anytime of the day. 

Their parents were the last few to leave. Helping them pick up the mess and put the extremely overly-tired and worn out Carla into her pajamas and into bed. 

“Thanks.” Annie whispered as Carla helped put Carla to bed; tucking up in her cot with her favourite blanket and new monkey toy which she had taken a shining to.

“No problem.” Carla whispered back, smiling. Adjusting the cover. 

The ladies continued to help clean up with the three men. Cleaning away the strewn wrapping paper and alcohol bottles and food left out till the apartment was at a functioning state again. 

“See you guys later.” Grisha said as both were preparing, hugging both of them. 

“Yeah, get home safe. Merry Christmas once again.” Came Eren’s response. 

The Yeagers waited as the couple said goodbye to Mr Leonhart. 

Annie was long with her hug, savoring it. “Thanks dad for coming. It means a lot.” 

“No problem. It meant a lot to see you happy as well.” Her father smiled. 

“See you next year, if you’re still alive.” Mr Leonhart then said with a faux sinister manner, turning to Eren. 

“Same with you.” Eren replied, trying to copy him but failing. A grin coming to his lips. 

The couple continued to wave goodbye from their door till the three figures slowly disappeared down the hallway. 

They closed the door for the final time that night. Both nearly collapsing right then and there. 

“Donuts, are in.” Eren sighed, setting himself down on the couch. Both wanting nothing more than to sleep. 

They had finished opening their presents from the others as well. All of it a mismatch. Clothing from some, jewelry from others; other random things with no categories like candles and bath sets. More alcohol. 

“That’s good.” 

By that point, both could use something fat and sugary and something that wasn’t the leftovers. 

“Oh. I have one more present for you.” Eren said and Annie could see his smirk behind her eyelids. 

“Do you now?” She questioned, her eyes still closed. Unwilling to open them. 

She heard the rustling of fabric as he reached into his pocket. Feeling something small be placed on her lap. 

Annie wearily opened one eye, seeing the small rectangular box sitting snug. 

“Well, open it.” Eren grinned, looking like a child himself. 

Annie rolled her eyes slight but began to open it—almost gingerly. Afraid of what it was. Taking off the top. 

Inside, sat a small ring. Silver and beautiful with a diamond in the middle surrounded by even smaller ones—crafted with care. An engagement ring. 

For a few moments all she could do was stare. Stare with her mouth nearly hanging open with shock. 

Annie looked up at Eren, then back at the ring. Repeating this motion a few times. All the while Eren’s smile continued to grow.

“Well? Do you like it?” He asked; his voice quivering with excitement. 

Annie swallowed, her head nodding. Knowing what this gesture meant. What him doing this meant. How much it must of cost. 

Eren found her side, taking the ring out and placing it on her finger. 

“Will you marry me, Annie Leonhart?” He asked. His eyes alive with hope for her answer. 

She supplied it. 

“Yes. Yes I will.” She whispered, feeling like she was going to faint. 

Eren laughed, gently kissing her on the lips. 

At that moment, both smelt something begin to burn for the second time that evening and both being struck with a realization. 

“Oh shit the donuts-“

**Author's Note:**

> So this was longer than I thought it would be. It became rushed at the end because I actually wanted it to be out on Christmas day. Apologies for that. Don't worry, I'm not ill for writing something so fluffy. I'll be going back to angst and death shortly, hehe. Thanks for reading.


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